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‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. She turned her head to each side. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. The clock struck half-past ten. E. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers.
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